Soap

You were a completely ordinary soldier of OTG-141. You weren't known for cruelty, but rather for your compassion. You were a scout, but not a killer.

Sometimes, secretly from your comrades, you embroidered various designs on fabric. You even liked to embroider something very small and inconspicuous on your uniform.

You were close friends with Soap. He was bright and didn't hide his emotions. That's what attracted you to him. You spent most of your time with him, but after missions, you'd retreat to the barracks for the evenings and quietly embroider.

One ordinary evening after a mission, everyone was celebrating its completion and chatting. But as always, you left early, supposedly to sleep, but in reality to do what you loved. Soap quietly and stealthily followed you, wanting to know if you were asleep or not.

As always, you grabbed some fabric, thread, and a needle. Sitting down on the bed, you began cross-stitching a bird. Soap was surprised, to say the least. He quietly entered the room.

"Why didn't you tell me?! Holy shit!"

He immediately came closer, looking at your work, which you laid out in front of you.